Chapter Four
Eneh
It was harder than I thought, trying to take all of him in my mouth, while keeping my hands on my thighs; I had to keep my balance with just my core, and I felt in danger of falling into his cock every time I was coming down. Was that a spankable offense?
“Okay, stand up.” He sounded gentle. Kind. Not the same man who had told me to never touch his dick without permission. I leaned back, careful to keep my hands in place. I wanted to be so obedient. Whether he noticed this effort, I couldn’t tell.
“Turn around.” I turned and immediately felt a rush of vulnerability. I knew he had designs on my asshole, and I felt concern that he meant to do some more butt stuff. I didn’t disobey however, I turned, bringing my trembling bottom before his eyes. I heard some rustling behind me. His hands came to my hips and pulled me back toward him, slowly so I wouldn’t fall back on to him.
“Move your legs apart, straddle mine and ease yourself down onto me.”
I felt my heart start to beat wildly as my inner thighs stroked his skin. I didn’t realize he’d taken his sweatpants off and I wanted to turn back and look at him, all of him. He didn’t pull me down, he let me go down at my own pace and I stopped when I felt the head of him touch the crux between my legs.
“Don’t rush, take your time. This is how I’ll take your ass, and this is how we’ll train your asshole.” I heard myself whimper and tried to focus on where his enormous dick was actually going. “As you’ve probably noticed, I’m not built particularly small, we’ll go slowly, but I will stretch that tiny hole.”
I must have been distracted by his words, or the feeling of his hardness against me, that had to be the only reason I reached back to guide him into me. I felt his fingers like iron bands tighten against my thighs, and before I realized what I’d done wrong, he had flipped me over his knees. I panicked; I was terrified of another spanking, my butt still ached from earlier and I knew he would not hold back. And Archer Cox did not disappoint. His hands came down like slabs of marble against my cheeks, and no matter how much I writhed across him I couldn’t escape the punishing spanks. I was trying to get out pleas but I was crying too hard. Finally, it was over, and he lifted me up to stand on shaky legs.
“Eneh, look at me.” I did.
“If you touch my cock without permission again, I will cane you. Do you understand me?”
I gave a tiny nod.
“Use your words, Eneh.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, feeling my nose running. I couldn’t cry prettily. I looked back down, wondering if I had disappointed him. He was so quiet.
“Come here,” he said, finally and he drew me forward, so I sat in his lap. It hurt to sit.
“That was hard, wasn’t it?”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I gave a noncommittal head movement.
“We’re not in scene, tell me the truth.” I supposed I had looked like I was shaking my head in the negative.
“Yes, it was hard,” I whispered. I wanted him to keep holding me and asking me nice questions.
“It can get harder, but I need you to trust me when I say I will not do you any physical harm.”
“Okay, I trust you.” I was a little hung up on the first part of that sentence. It can get harder.
I tried to focus on the warmth of one of those marble hands now rubbing my back.
“All right, stand up, we’ll try this again.” Oh.
I turned around when I was on my feet, but he turned me back to face him.
“Look at me, keep your eyes on mine, and straddle me.” Wait, this was harder. I moved forward, trying to keep my eyes on his as I started to ride his thighs. He didn’t let me do the moving this time, using his hands on my hips to guide me onto his hard length. I let out a silent gasp when he breached me.
“You can put your hands around my neck.” His quiet voice almost didn’t match the smoldering of his eyes as he lifted me and thrust me down his dick. I wanted to move faster, but he was controlling the pace. I decided to lean my body closer to him and lean my head against his neck.
“I didn’t say you could take your eyes off me.” He sounded amused. I started to jerk up, not wanting to ruin this moment of pure pleasure with disobedience, but he stopped me.
“No, stay like that.” I bit my lip, wondering at his amusement and if he was about to do something else to punish me. Ugh, I was starting to hate punishments. No, not really. Maybe? A sharp spank landed on my right cheek and I yelped. No, no I hated them. I squirmed on his cock, wondering if he was done. He just continued moving me up and down on his length. Another smack, this time on the left. The smacks weren’t being given with the force of either of the two times tonight that Archer had spanked me, but my butt was already so raw that I started crying. Up and down. Up and down. Spank. Up and down. Up and down. Spank.
“Please, Archer,” I gasped finally into his ear. He didn’t stop, and if anything, he may have gotten harder. I got a spank out of turn and clenched in protest. I felt, rather than heard his groan.
“Don’t call me Archer, when we fuck. And don’t beg me, it makes me want to hit you harder. I’m being very gentle now, and you don’t seem to appreciate that.”
“I’m sorry…Sir.”
“That’s okay, you’ll learn. Do you feel the pace we’re going at? Stop being lazy and place your hands on my shoulders. I want you to ride me at that pace. If you go too fast, I will put you on your knees and fuck your ass. If you go too slow, I’m going to spank you for real.”
I whined, and knew I was more in danger of going too fast. Slowly, helped by his hands pulling me off his neck, I placed my hands on his bare chest. I went up and down, and realized that was slower than what he’d been doing, when he raised one brow. I moved quickly, trying to will my body to go at the right pace.
“Keep your eyes on mine, I won’t tell you again.” I pushed up and down and he finally relaxed on the couch, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. I nearly lost my beat, but quickly recovered. If he noticed, he gave no indication. He held each nipple in hand and rolled them, tighter then softer and the sensation was making me wilder. I had to focus so hard on keeping the pace and the feeling of being under such control made me spasm in an explosive orgasm around him. He chuckled, and gave my nipples a particularly hard tweak.
“Keep going, I haven’t come yet.” I felt a little desperate and wondered if an ass fuck was truly the threat it seemed. But feeling him deep in me, I knew that if wanted, I would not enjoy it. “Don’t you dare stop, Eneh, I’m close.”
He stretched his head back, with a guttural sound. I oddly felt in control of his orgasm, just as he had somehow given me control over mine. The feeling made my sex pulse, and just as I felt his body tighten, I came again, overwhelmed by the feeling off his cum jetting into me, as his cock throbbed for almost a minute. I lay on him, not willing to move and hoping he wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon. He let me rest my head in the crook of his neck, and he stroked my back.
“Good girl.” I felt my body glow in the warmth of those two words. I could feel the wetness around me of his seed and my juices. A few moments later, he pulled me off him and placed me laying on my back on the couch, with my legs across his thighs. He picked up my legs and got up. I’d clenched almost involuntarily when my bottom had been briefly exposed. Wow, he really was training me to fear his spanking.
“Don’t move.” This time, I knew he was going to get something to clean me up, and I didn’t bother thinking about moving. Instead, I reached down and felt my once virgin pussy. I was a little sore, and so very wet.
“Are you touching yourself?”
I froze. I met his eyes and noted that he’d put his sweatpants on again. I hadn’t even seen him pick them up.
“No,” I said quickly, drawing my wet, incriminating hands up. His smile was pure devilment.
“I don’t mind, but don’t do that when we play. I’ll probably do something you don’t like.” He lifted my legs again, and sat back down. He pulled one of my legs to fall over the couch and the other over his shoulder.
“If you play games with resisting Eneh, I will take that as a challenge,” he murmured, as he gently wiped away the excess of our play. I knew he referred to the brief moment when I’d tightened against him pulling my legs apart.
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” I muttered, twining my fingers over my belly.
“If I thought you were, I would punish you for it. Don’t pout; as attractive as it is, it only makes me think of you more as a brat in need of discipline. Do you need discipline, Eneh?”
I shook my head and got a flick on my inner thigh, for my response.
“No Sir, I don’t.” He raised a brow, but said nothing to that.
“Get up,” he said finally, lifting my leg off his shoulder. “Go into the bathroom, it’s past the bedroom, and find a robe. Put it on, and come out here. We’re going to talk again.”
I eased myself up, swiveling my legs off his thighs. Find a robe? Why couldn’t I just wear my own clothes? I was feeling decidedly bratty, but I didn’t have the courage to disobey. I found a fluffy white robe and wrapped it around my body, pausing to marvel at its softness.
When I walked back in, he had two glasses in hand, both containing something deep maroon, which I guessed must be wine.
“Come, sit.”
I joined him on the couch, drawing up my legs beneath me, because it helped keep my butt a little off the surface. He didn’t remark on it and handed me a glass. I took a sip and then wrinkled my nose at the dry and heady flavor. I was more a white wine kind of girl.
“Don’t make faces when you try something different. Use your words.”
I bit my lip at the censure in his tone.
“Sorry, it’s a bit strong.”
“Then take your time.”
“Yes…sir.”
“Are you being sassy?”
“N…no…Sir,” I said, almost spilling my wine unto the white robe I’d put on.
“I don’t mind…usually. If I do though, I might not react in a particularly pleasant way.”
I felt the blood drain from my face, and I knew I would try to escape for real if he punished me again.
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll warn you before you step over a line.”
Thank you, I thought silently. “Thank you,” I repeated quietly.
“Right. So now, I thought we should talk through a few things. Are you on some type of contraception?”
“Um…the pill…”
“And you’re taking it every day, at the same time?”
“Well…”
“And you’re aware it’s efficacy is decreased with antibiotic use?”
“Oh…I’d forgotten that…”
“I enjoyed fucking raw, Eneh, I thought about this before we had sex. If you’re carrying my child, of course I’ll marry you, never fear. If you’re not interested in children, now anyway, an IUD is probably in our best interests. Of course, there are other options, but I hate condoms and they aren’t full proof.”
“I…I would want an IUD.”
“Have you thought about it before now? It’s not a comfortable procedure, no matter what anyone might say.”
I lied and nodded my head.
“Give me your hand,” he said, putting his glass on the table behind him. I held out my hand, unthinking. He turned it over, wrist up and then smacked it with two fingers. I cried out and my wine spilled on my front.
“Put your glass away.” On the verge of tears now, I place my glass behind me as well. He had not released my hand.
“When I tell you to use your words, Eneh, that isn’t some idiosyncrasy of mine. It let’s you. Realize. What. You. Are. Engaging. In.”
Each word was punctuated by a slap on the wrist, and at the last I put my left hand over my wrist protectively.
“Take your hand away. Take your hand away, or I will put you over my knee.” Crying silently, I removed my hand. I absolutely did not want another trip over Archer’s knee.
“Have I told you to use your words before?”
“Yes, you have,” I said through choked sobs.
“Eneh, this is literally a slap on the wrist. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, but it’s hard!” Only it came out ‘haaaaard.’
He chuckled, and released my hand. I started to rub it, but he stopped me.
“Let it sit, I want you to remember that the next time you feel like nodding or shaking your head. Also, Eneh, that was a warning. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Sir,” I said quickly.
“Very good. Look, honestly your fear of punishment bodes well for when we start to push your limits.” We hadn’t started doing that?
“Now, have you really thought about IUDs before this conversation?”
“A little…” I answered, honestly.
“I think you should take a week to think about it, and then let me know.”
“I know! I want to do it! I…I’m not ready to have children.” But I had felt an absurd thrill when Archer Cox had said he would marry me if I was planning to carry his children. Had he offered that to every woman, or had he never gone raw before me? “Is this something you’ve…you’ve had to deal with…with…before me?” My question felt so awkward as soon as I said. His brow furrowed.
“Are you asking if I’ve had a virgin before, or if I’ve had unprotected sex or if I’ve suggested an IUD before?”
“Have you asked someone else to marry you…if they were carrying your child,” I blurted out and looked down at my hands. I reached back and grabbed my drink to distract myself. I heard him chuckle again, and realized he’d reached for his drink as well.
“Eneh, you’re the first person I’ve put myself in a position to bring up such a proposition.”
“Okay, well, please, I don’t want to wait a week.”
“It won’t make a difference in how much we play, love, only in what exactly we do.”
“I know, and I want to…I don’t want to wait.”
“Will you sleep on it?”
“I suppose you can’t put the IUD in right now?”
“I could, but twelve versus eighteen hours won’t make a difference.”
I sighed, and wished it were over already. Not just because I wanted to play with Archer as much as possible, but because I wanted whatever inevitable discomfort to be over with.
“Okay, I’ll sleep on it,” I said finally.
“Excellent! Now, the next thing we absolutely must discuss is stretching your asshole.”
“St…stretching? My…um how?”
“Well, if you stand up, and go to my desk, you will find a box in the first drawer. Bring that here, and I’ll show you.